St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-09

terance issued from the pulpit or the
platform; and last, but by no manner of
means least, the towards, to whom pa
triotism is but name and duty but a
shadow. Now, all these personalities
are grouped together; and in the jail,
like Gagged lions OF tigers, the officials
exhibit the condemned men to the curl
GUS gaze of a gaping and unfeeling
crowd, while they also permit meager
intercourse between them and those
who have claims upon their regard. 1t
is pitiable sight to witness daily in the
Jail. / Twas over there again to-day and
saw the
Grim-Visaged Mrs. Parsons,
concerning whom much absurd cOmpli-
ment as we'll as denunciatiOn has been
written. She is not an ill-lOoking
woman, neither is she the graceful lady
pictured. She is unquestionably of
African descent, although writer's in
clined to be considerate call her Mexi-
can. She Is not as black as the ace of
spades, but she is more than tawny.
Her brain is as quick, as alert, as active
as that of any woman 1 ever met, and
had she been better born and more fully
equipped with educational attainments,
there is no sphere thrown to woman
hood in which she could not have shOne
by force of natural ability. She is very
fond Of Parsons and he of her, and to-
gether they find pleasure in their chill
dren. But as in other days the armies
of the South found inspiration in the
words and smiles of wives md sweet
hearts below Mason and DixOn's line, so
Parsons and his fellow anarchists to-day
find courage and hope and determina-
tion and clear grit in the encouraging
presence, the faithful attendance and
the revolutionary utterances of this dark
woman. Nina Van Zandt, poor girl,
presents to the eye of keen observer
something more than a lOve-sick
maiden. She is mOn0maniac, with in
dicatiOns absolutely unmistakable in
her face, which tell to physician a
story not to be suggested. Day after
day she longs and pines and sighs for a
sight of the fellow who with lordly in
difference puffs his clouds of nicotine in
her suffering face, and lis tens to her ro-
mantle talk with the carelessness born
of his own self cOnceit and flatulent
vanity. Lingg is curiosity, with a
door mat head, doughy face, an evil,
sinister expression, magnificent chest,
and poorly-fashioned legs. He is as
crazy as March hare on
The Subject Of Lingg.
To him the idea of revolution is
caramel, a chance for anarchy is the
tenderloin with mushrooms, and the
coming opportunity to look death in the
face, while defiant sneers are Literally
bestowed upon the surrounding multi
tudes, would be the tenderest quail on
the most delightfully."- Drowned toast that
expert caterer ever served. But, self
conceited as they are, OpiniOnated as
they are, brimfull of content as they
are, they stand before us human beings
in the shadow of the gallows, with every
human probability that ere the signal
gun of the midday hour is fired from
fort and fortress FridOy next they will
hang limp, listless, dead for all time, if
not for all eternity. The circus in the
Jail is a something which should never
have been permitted. The jailor is in
charge of the Jail, and the sheriff comes
in only as the states representative, the
county's alter ego, in charge of men
who are to be hanged. Dense masses
of curious On-lOOkerS block the street
and stand upon the sidewalk opposite
the jail, content to look and wonder at
the outside and speculate about the in
side, as Mr.. Wegg was said to do at the
mansion which he peOpled with Uncle
Johns and Aunt Marias. But, although
the vast mass of curiosity seekers is
kept without, what would seem to be an
interminable number are permitted to
90 within. The space allowed these un-
fortunate fellows for exercise is not
more than twelve feet long, and row
after row of men and women-callOused,
Indifferent, brutal, they seem to me
stand and look and talk about them as
one counts the stripes upon zebra or
speculates upon the
Ferocity of Gagged Lion
or tiger. If those bombs had not been
found in Lingg's cell, doubt very much
whether more than two of these men
would have been hanged. AS it is,
tremendous revolution in public senti-
ment has taken place, and that revolu-
ton is just as idiotic and unbiased on
solid ground as was the mighty stream
of sympathy which poured from end to
end of this state, threatening to over
flow the governor. to push him from his
chair of equity and justice. Why, these
men are no more guilty to-day than they
were before, and, although it is fair
presumption that these bombs were in
tended for the use of one and all, the
fact remains that there is no proof to
that effect, and the other fact remains,
as / wired you last night, that Spies
and Fielden and Schwab in terms deny
their knowledge of. the presence of those
bombs, and inveigh with bitterness
against the suicidal folly of the man
who had them i'm his possession. But
who expects reason in a mob? Who